Page 57 of Always My Comfort

Jaxon came through the front door, sweat dripping down his flushed face, his dark hair longer than when we first met, and his beard thicker, too. God, I loved this man.

His caramel eyes latched onto mine, and he smirked. “Are you freakin’ out again, sweetheart?” he teased, closing the distance between us with three large steps. His tan, calloused hands latched onto my waist. He flexed his fingers, each one setting a part of me on fire.

“Maybe a little,” I whispered, looking up at him through my dark lashes.

“Come have a shower with me, and I’ll get you nice and relaxed.” He grinned, knowing exactly how much I had been loving our showers. There were so many spots I couldn’t reach anymore...but Jax could.

“Tempting, but you go on. I’ll wait for you in bed.” We’d both been trying to get as much sleep as possible, knowing any day now, we’d be begging for these days to come back.

“Go rest, sweetheart. I love you.” He kissed my nose and pulled away, leaving me in the middle of our home, completely and utterly in love.

He joined me not long after in bed and brought me impossibly close, his arms wrapped around me, big hands palming my belly, my back to his warm chest.

“We’re having a baby, Jax,” I whispered, closing my eyes.

“We are, sweetheart.” He chuckled, lulling me to sleep.

A sharp pain woke me hours later, and I struggled to sit up, his heavy arm weighing me down. “Jax, wake up. Wake up!” I shoved him, and he bolted upright, eyes wide in alarm.

“What? I’m awake,” he groggily slurred.

“It’s time. He’s coming!”

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“He’s perfect, Logan,”Jax whispered, cradling our tiny son in his big arms. “I can’t believe we made him.” Jax only had eyes for Kane, and I couldn’t blame him. He was precious.

“Me neither,” I tiredly whispered, wishing more than anything I could record this moment—our first time together as a new family. I wished I could capture Jax’s face, but looking at him now, seeing that smile, and the way his eyes softened, I didn’t think I would ever forget this anyway.

Jax came over and sat on the edge of the bed so I could look at Kane. After twelve hours of labor, I could barely even lift my arms, but Jaxon did it for me, holding him out in his strong arms so I could admire our beautiful sone. Kane had my dark hair, but he had his daddy’s nose and mouth.

A nurse came in, holding a clipboard. “Alright, Mom. Time for the first feed. Do you want to breastfeed or use formula?”

I’d done enough research to know that breastfeeding was the best route, but I couldn’t imagine finding the strength to hold him.

Times like this, I longed for my mother. She would know what to do.

Jaxon also knew what route I wanted to go, so he spoke to the nurse, and she nodded, jotting down some notes.

“Why don’t you help Mom here and hold him like this.” She helps me unbutton the stiff gown and propped me up. Jax held Kane, and after a few attempts, Kane was suckling with his father supporting him.

“He’s doing it!” I whispered in amazement, watching his sweet face as he softly suckled, making the tiniest moans of enjoyment.

“I love you, Logan. Thank you for givin’ me this.” I looked up at Jax. Tears were welling in his eyes as they shifted between me and his son. “I am such a lucky man.”

Using the only ounce of strength I had, I raised my hand and rested it on his arm. “I couldn’t do any of this without you. Thank you for being my strength, for helping me through the last few months, for holding our son to my breast when I’m too weak. We are just as lucky to have you.”

He pressed the softest kiss to my temple. “I am so proud of you. I know you wish your mom was here, and I’m sorry I can’t make that happen. But I’m here, Logan, and I promise I’m not goin’ anywhere. I’m kinda crazy about you.” He grinned—that teasing grin I had come to love—and if I didn’t already love him with my entire heart, I would now.

Once Kane had enough, the nurse taught Jax how to burp him, and I stifled giggles while watching my big husband hold our tiny little boy on his shoulder and tap his back until he burped. The grin that took over his tired face was worth all the pain.

“That was a big one! How does that feel, buddy?” Jax cooed to our son, lowering his deep, husky voice to speak to the infant.

I wanted to spend the rest of my life loving this man.

“Hey, sweetheart, you think you’ll want another one?” Jax asked once he’d rocked Kane to sleep. “So far, he’s a piece of cake.”

“Ask me again in a week,” I whispered, fighting my own exhaustion.

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